Leo is still terribly in love. “I have a heart broken,” he told me last night. The cause of this is still Eloise who has now apparently fallen in love with a boy with dark hair – can you imagine?
“It’s not about how cute you are mummy,” he told me angrily last night. “It’s about how clever you are. And he is really really stupid.”
My father (pictured above with the children in Florence) sent the following advice to him, in Italian of course, translated for the blog by my mother.
I write to you in Italian and your mother despite speaking a miserable Italian with double errors will translate.
In our world, women are as numerous as the leaves on the trees and the arenas of the sea. If you ask too much from one of them, you show little appreciation to all the others. Always remember this saying by Don Giovanni: if you are faithful to one woman, you are unfaithful to all the others.
You need to be wise and grateful. It is natural to fall in love, but you must never forget that if you show it too much, it is not like with your mother, for whom there is only you. Eloisa has a lot of choice: and she is having a lot of fun seeing how you are in her hands, when you cry, to her, it is like music.
Only two things in life deserve absolute fidelity: la Ferrari and il parmigiano. I ask you to think and to always consult your mother.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2010